Closer than a shooting star
but farther than the rain...

I carry this cross in a solemn vow
that everything before me will revive itself back...

Staring in the mirror
tears run down her face...

I miss you like the morning sun
so warm upon my skin...

You left with every scar
every pain unerased...

The voice inside my head tells me never sleep
the voice inside my heart tells me never to awaken...

I used to have a friend
I used to have a life...

My age is no defeat for the mind that fills my...
my prescence is no imaginary friend...

The portrait hung on the wall
like she hung at his feet begging him not to leave...

The way you used to smile and the way you used to...
its all put into the past...

Young and hopeless I had linked onto you
the only smile I ever saw, and the only one I ever...

You are mine in this sort of dream
You are still dancing among the willows calling...